The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 806

Early the next morning, Citrine was the first one downstairs.

She barely set foot in the kitchen when she felt a pair of gloomy eyes fixed on her.

Glancing over, she found Wade sprawled out in a chair, legs crossed and looking for all the world like a man who'd just lost his life savings at the casino.

Citrine didn't think much of it. She tossed out a casual question. "Big bro, you didn't rack up some secret debt last night, did you?"

Wade's expression darkened instantly.

He should've known better than to expect her to wake up and apologize for yesterday. Heartless little brat.

Citrine, completely oblivious to his silent brooding, took his lack of response as silent admission.

She frowned, feigning concern, and offered her sage advice. "Well, you know, if you owe money, you've got to pay it back. That's just how the world works. You can't run away from your responsibilities."

Travis couldn't hold back-he burst out laughing, nearly spraying his coffee. The rest of the Saunders family tried to stifle their own chuckles, but a few snickers escaped.

After a good laugh, Travis patted the seat beside him. "Citrine, don't mind him. Come sit over here with me."

Without hesitation, Citrine plopped herself down next to him.

Noticing she really didn't remember a thing, Travis tested the waters. "You know, Citrine, you drank quite a bit last night."

Citrine looked up, brows drawing together as she tried to recall. The mention of last night did stir a faint memory.

see the ocean.

strange looks, Citrine hesitated, then glanced at Travis, a little nervous. "I...

then shook his head calmly. "Nope. Not

turned to the others, searching their faces

their heads in

world, only Wade was left to

his lips, resigning himself. Well, whatever, being the doted-on younger brother wasn't the

snuck a look at Gorman sitting nearby. Compared to him, maybe things

it, Wade managed to talk himself out of his

usual boisterous self reemerged, and he sidled up to

house, hogging my sister. Don't you have a home of your

with zero subtlety and plopped into the seat Travis had

could only laugh in exasperation. "Your sister? Citrine's

looked smug. "Her home is my

Citrine for backup.

"That's right. My home

glare, practically vibrating with frustration, ready to argue. But before he could, Travis suddenly put on a pitiful act, voice quivering as he whined, "Citrine, did I do something wrong?

Wade was speechless.

did Travis learn to act like this? Was he

guy was as tricky as a

performance